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homie I just take my time
I don't stay up on the gossip I just stay up on my grind
If you see the green dot by my name I'm prolly up
Making moves

models
Inspired by bright lights gold bottles
Soul hollow, let me give you life
Chop it up like - Tell me what you been through right
I got something

out and clip him down
Chew it up, spit it out, taste good, oregano
I'm raking in green and I grew it from the ground
Money and weed, we exchanging by

inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was

Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?

Last Mass of the Caballeros

Public Enemy

There's a Poison Goin' On....

1999

bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases
Till the capital ceases
Ain't no difference tween black and white
Except the green

And as time goes by I take a look at things changing inside
If I could make this dream then what would be mine
Like if I have to sell my soul would it come

sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day

and beans (comfort food)
Hot water, cornbread and mustard greens (soul foods)
Skid marks from the tires (skee-skrrt)
Rims spinning like dryers (ayy)

at this .40 in my hand (Bitch!)
These shiny ass guns are filled with 30 round hollows
And the devil saying he want my soul to borrow
I'll tell you this

You're the one to piss take
Vampire wood stake
You're the one to choose fate
Grim Reaper soul break
Undertaker heart take
Ghost green lost faith
On lean

there ain't no gray
We're slaves to the hate
I'm a fiend for my dreams
Getting greens, without the greed
Chasing thrills, they'll pay the bills
I'll Stay

black whips that can speed down strips
No big straps that can levitate souls
No knife crime over two post codes
Look around, nice home, all white folk

Young Hawk
IA
Welcome to my album
The Statement 
I grew up with outta mother fuckin dime
Eating cheap food every night
Momma busted ass she workin

Lake Erie sitting pearing at the green water
Life still in hell, but oh well, save my son and daughters
Michael Jackson in my headphones
Albums in

diamonds dripping like lemonade
Aye, yuh
Rappers lifestyle and I’m outta control
Never ever ever will I sell my soul
Even if they offer me them big bank

Still working two jobs between doing this
The hustle is rudiment
How the fuck I manage to produce an album
And still finish watching The Office
All way

eroded
Hocus pocus, try to focus
Smote by sacred scripture like a plague of locusts
I don't own this, I just wrote this
It got into my vocal chords and was

on the nightstand
Yeah this shit what I do to get by man
I'm on Ableton to make this shit
Send a shit mix but I got the bandages
I'm on my green like I hit

Puissant comme la green jamaïcaine
C'est pour mes négros coincés dans le bendo
A faire du cash en vrai pas sur Nintendo
Charbon 24/7 j'ai pas sommeil
Avec

Bra got cut kept playing with scissors
Ion play with no fans don't run up to me nigga
No ghost gun pass me that factory glizzy
Can't trust not a soul

a time I wanted to die with Lana Del Rey
But now I just wanna die with a mic in hand
Record more albums like I am grand
Release them just to see where I

from one minus Na I ain't got nothing let me borrow 5 things I Shouldn't B looking @ bling king jacking off by my self 4 five I got away with auto theft

culture
I still struggled but Tabula Rasa
I'd draw a new one but my Microsoft Word is a bit outdated
I'm a bit too green so I can't excel
What I felt when